What I am meant to do?

What are you ‘meant’ to do?

We have some new people starting and some people leaving at That Day Job and it has got me thinking.  I think I’m pretty good at what I do.  I’ve been there for over 10 years now (hmmmmm).

I know a lady who always says “No-one is irreplaceable”.

And she is right.  Even though I think I am valuable to the business.  That they need me.  Even that they would be lost without me (who doesn’t want to be thought of as indispensable?)  Really, that’s not true.  If I quit tomorrow, they would find someone else.  She may not know as much as I do.   She may not do things the same way I do.  But still, they would find their way and make the job their own.  And in a short amount of time, I would be forgotten.  It wouldn’t matter that I had been there.

And I want to do something that matters.

Something that counts.  That means something.  To me.  To other women. To artistic and creative women who know their art and to those just finding their way.  I want it to matter that I show up.  I want it to matter that I do whatever this creative business will be and grow into.

So while That Day Job is important in this moment  -if for no other reason than it is funding the building of my creative business and my mortgage – it is not what I am meant to do.

That Day Job is not what I have dreamed about for 13 years.  It is not what I feel I need to do in my heart.  It is not something that fills my heart to overflowing.  It doesn’t light me up with the thought of possibilities. It is not something I can do that could somehow make an impact.  That would allow me to make a difference.  My creative business is.

In the moments when I’m feeling lost on this adventure.  When I feel alone or overwhelmed.  When I wonder what on earth I think I am trying to pull off here.  I sometimes get a little wash of calm telling me I am doing the right thing.  I am heading in the right direction.

I think to myself – ‘This is what I am meant to do’.

♥ Coral.

Be Sociable, Share!

Related posts:

This entry was posted in My story and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *